C121 alternation of cold and heat

"Puchi!"

Even so, he could not help but spit out a mouthful of fresh blood. What made him astonished was that within the fresh blood he spat out, there were still some broken pieces of ice with black-gold coloured flames attached to them.

The pressure that came from the surroundings was heavy like a heavy weight. The back of Qu Zhantian's waist was already bowing down at ninety degrees